At the age of fourteen, he crawled out of the garbage in the wasteland.
No powers, no identity, no one cares.
He only has a brain that hurts until his nose bleeds every time he uses it.
And a copy engraved in the genes - Adam.
He survived forty-seven assassinations.
In the Ruins Realm Hunting Ground, he killed forty-seven monsters by himself.
In the arena competition, his bone armor was broken and grew again, and it was broken and grew again.
Some call him Ashes. Some people call him unclassified. Some people call him a monster.
His abilities are not the strongest. But his deduction - he can see every move you make in the next second.
His body is not the strongest. But he's adaptable - able to evolve in battle.
His blood is silver. His bones are silver. His eyes are also silver.
When the bells of seven cities rang simultaneously, he stood up from the garbage pile.
This world needs to change its owner.
